Gazing into the soulless glass sphere, he became aware of the vast expanses of empty space. The world seemed to him something like a geometric reservoir of things and a temporal container for events. Until then, he had been certain it had to be different. He just had to force himself. Overcome the primal fear of the unknown. He believed there was an alternative reality, one that also benefited him. Seeing no purpose in his striving, he left.
He descended the stairs of the house of existence, alone, meeting no one along the way. However, when he plunged into the dark wilderness, a strange gnome suddenly stood before him, one who had left his valley to seek joy in the forest depths. And he spoke to him with these words:
" Nothingness can become an expectation, defeat a salvation, fear a desire, and death can exist as total loneliness without you..."
Ignoring the strange creature's words, he continued his journey. He wandered through conglomerations of nothingness, devoid of value to him. He was unable to discern true emotion in everything he passed. He slowly transformed into a singularity, finally seeing the beginning of his own rebirth. Burning everything papery and fragile along the way, he lost himself in a feeling of madness. As he walked, he prayed to passersby for lightning and wind. He placed great trust in the clouds enveloping the vault of heaven to destroy the fear in his soul. Although he was aware of the futility of this desire, he still had no other idea for his dreams.
*
One day, being far away, far away, he noticed on the edge of the sidewalk, right next to the waste bin, the scraps of a confession with a strange content:
"(...) there are more important things in life than desires that can be experienced over and over again. I also firmly believe that my preferences – even cinematographic ones – are of no great importance. Who was supposed to be the person interested in other people's tastes and preferences? Each of us is a great individual and has a depth of experience, and certainly cannot be understood on the basis of a few (let's be honest) rather banal, prosaic and focused sentences. In fact, they don't contribute anything. They don't even constitute a small part of what allows us to get to know the person on the other side of the street. That's why I don't intend to submit to general trends! We are free! We can rebel! Fight against the existing state of affairs. This form, although it may arouse in you (yes, dear reader of my pseudo-anti-any rational collection of completely random words forming clusters of sentences – I'm talking to you!) a feeling of uncontrollable laughter – is a conscious and well-thought-out element. However, it is possible that I never wrote this... and No one will ever read this, but does it matter? SORRY!"
This peculiar "memento" didn't amuse him at all. On the contrary, he felt a deep sadness filling his heart. Now he knew he wasn't the only one with confused and twisted thoughts. The world appeared to him once again in all its utter incomprehensibility. He couldn't, or perhaps
didn't want to, see in this confession a strenuous, desperate attempt to emphasize individual autonomy. To elevate his own personality to the supreme value. Free from the gray, repetitive everyday life and from a stereotypical, almost unbearable way of perceiving everything (blah, blah)! He had slept for a long
time
; not only the morning but also the midday sun illuminated his face. He opened his eyes and looked around in utter astonishment. The place where he was was in utter chaos. Part of the population of this strange city (in the depths
of the wilderness) seemed to be fighting for the last, pure, untainted, red pineapple. To his surprise, the others were digging through the surrounding offices, searching for permits, licenses, and other essential scraps of fragile material. A sad, ordinary thought filled his heart. It wasn't anything special—just a normal flash of intellect. He stood up and
left...
to be continued?
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